there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t there? it stretches everything thin. between it and entropy, well. there’s only so much shouting can do.
I suppose that creatures of the Void must take their silver linings where they can find them.
it’s all about the simple pleasures, madame yi. spend too much time in fantasies and you’ll miss so much practical elegance.
Oh yes, so much to be found in the Emptiness. Like silence. And blackness. And silence.
spoken like a true tourist. if that's all the void has to offer you, your senses are more stunted than we thought. you really ought to lay off the sand.







